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Chapter 346: The Unveiling of the Ultimate Realm
🕑 Added 2024-09-29 07:40:49 +0000 UTCThis intent was pure, exuding a bloodthirsty demonic aura.
The Twin Holy Son's Divine-Demon Extreme Domain reformed, his eyes turning blood-red. The ferocious, eight-armed, three-headed Heavenly Demon manifestation quickly merged with his body.
His cultivation path was to conquer this inner demon, completely refining it, suppressing the demon manifestation with his Buddhist heart to achieve ultimate unity.
But now, to kill Li Hao and annihilate him, he chose to suppress his Buddhist heart with the demon manifestation, drawing on the lingering power from his past life hidden within the demon!
The once radiant Buddhist light extinguished, and his body was enveloped by the demon manifestation. Beneath the now dimly glowing kasaya, his skin turned a crimson red, with terrifying burn marks appearing across his body.
As his body underwent this transformation, Li Hao reached him with Return to the Void, launching a sudden kick.
With a loud boom, the Twin Holy Son's Divine-Demon Extreme Domain could not withstand Li Hao's Eternal Dao Domain, and he was sent flying.
Even after crashing into the protective formation, his body continued to mutate. In his Divine-Demon Extreme Domain, a trace of saintly will from the Heavenly Demon was beginning to emerge.
Li Hao narrowed his eyes, raising his sword.
The sword energy followed his will, cutting through everything in sight!
As the sword light reflected in the Twin Holy Son's blood-red eyes, his pupils contracted. Roaring in fury, he attempted to block it. However, the Divine-Demon Manifestation within the domain was immediately sliced apart by the sword light, as fragile as paper!
The sword light struck the Twin Holy Son's body with the weight of a thousand mountains. Instead of being torn apart, his body abruptly exploded!
The mutated form disintegrated into splatters of black blood, splashing in all directions.
The divine golden blood in his body had been tainted by the demonic aura, turning pitch black.
The massive battle stage resembled a balloon filled with ink that had burst, staining the ground and splattering in all directions.
For a moment, the entire Canglan Realm fell silent.
Countless people witnessed this scene, too shocked to speak. Their scalps tingled, and it felt as though their souls had flown out of their bodies, goosebumps erupting all over.
The Twin Holy Son had been exploded by Li Hao's sword?!
Chi Guang and Haoyue Shengzi, along with other top-tier prodigies, were all visibly shaken, their eyes filled with astonishment.
This Haotian's sword Dao was terrifying, and his Dao Domain was even more so. It was difficult to imagine that someone in the Dao-Seeking Realm could cultivate to this level!
"Is the Twin Holy Son dead?"
"That was a saint's reincarnation, and yet he couldn't withstand one sword from Haotian?"
"To have cultivated his Dao Domain to such an extent, it's terrifying—almost invincible!"
The crowd below snapped out of their shock, exclaiming in awe and disbelief.
In this sacred Buddhist land, a saint's reincarnation had been publicly killed. It was simply unimaginable!
But the black blood staining the battle stage was undeniable.
"How could the Twin Holy Son's blood be black? Has he fallen to the demonic path?"
"Compared to Haotian, the Twin Holy Son actually seems more like a demon."
The crowd stared at the stage, where only one figure remained standing, their expressions filled with doubt.
At that moment, a sudden change occurred.
The black blood on the ground began to writhe and coalesce. A figure quickly reformed from it—it was the Twin Holy Son.
However, his entire body was now crimson red, horns faintly protruding from his forehead, fangs emerging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were wild and fierce, filled with unbridled killing intent.
"The Twin Holy Son has been reborn?"
"This looks like the legendary Three Immortal Extremes Realm—Immortal and Indestructible!"
"Yes, it's the blood rebirth technique. While he's not invincible, at least in the Dao Law Realm, he can't die!"
The crowd was astonished. No one had expected the Twin Holy Son to possess this terrifying extreme realm. Rumors of his mastery over six extreme realms seemed to be true.
"Blood rebirth..."
Chi Guang's eyes narrowed. His sect had long gathered secret information about the Twin Holy Son, knowing that he had mastered the Three Immortal Extremes Realm. Though Chi Guang had heard of the blood rebirth technique, he had never personally faced it and wasn't sure if his own Flame Dao could incinerate everything.
But seeing the Twin Holy Son's current strength, Chi Guang knew that he wouldn't be able to push him to the point of blood rebirth before being defeated.
The Divine-Demon Extreme Domain was as fragile as paper in Li Hao's hands, but Chi Guang could tell how terrifying that domain was. If they faced it, they might be in grave danger in mere moments.
Huff!
The reborn Twin Holy Son's Heavenly Demon manifestation had disappeared, but the demonic energy within him had increased tenfold.
Li Hao frowned slightly, unsurprised by the Twin Holy Son's blood rebirth. He had already anticipated this from the severed arm regeneration earlier, recognizing the Three Immortal Extremes Realm.
If not, Li Hao wouldn't have put so much power into that sword.
After all, to avoid accidentally killing the Twin Holy Son, he had deliberately held back the sword's fatal attribute, worried that the one percent chance of instant death might kill the Twin Holy Son and invite the Buddha's wrath.
Li Hao's goal with that sword was to disrupt the fusion between the saintly power within the demon manifestation and the Twin Holy Son's body. But now, it seemed that even though his body was temporarily destroyed, the two powers, sharing the same origin, had still merged with his body.
"You've forced me this far. You are indeed my tribulation!"
"Die!"
The Twin Holy Son's expression was ferocious, without any further words. He roared and charged at Li Hao, his body brimming with demonic energy.
Li Hao's eyes flickered as he caught a glimpse of the Twin Holy Son's movement through Return to the Void, readying his sword to strike.
When the Twin Holy Son reappeared, a blood-red mark flashed in his eyes. Time seemed to freeze momentarily, and countless wailing souls filled with demonic thoughts assaulted Li Hao's mind. His vision was replaced by horrific scenes of countless civilians slaughtered, flashing past like rapidly flipping pages, overwhelming his senses.
All of this happened in an instant, causing a slight pause in Li Hao's sword momentum.
"Outer Extremes of Six Realms, Destroy the Heart!"
The Twin Holy Son unleashed his attack. The power hidden within the Demonic Manifestation erupted. With a thunderous crack, crimson lightning split the void and struck Li Hao.
The red lightning, imbued with saintly will, tore through Li Hao's Eternal Dao Domain, creating a rift and striking his body.
Li Hao's body exploded, disintegrating into countless specks of radiant golden blood, scattering across the sky.
This sudden reversal left the audience stunned.
From the beginning of Li Hao and the Twin Holy Son's battle, the constant back-and-forth had left people feeling like their minds had stalled, struggling to process what was happening.
Just moments ago, Li Hao had seemed to dominate, only to be instantly annihilated by the Twin Holy Son's counterattack, reduced to nothing but a spray of blood.
A brief silence followed, suddenly shattered by a piercing scream.
"Qingfeng!!"
In her daze, Lin Qingying's face drained of color. Even in that moment, she instinctively called out the name that had echoed in her memory: Qingfeng.
Hearing her cry, the crowd snapped back to reality, faces filled with shock and horror.
Such an extraordinary talent, killed just like that!
Chi Guang stood frozen, staring at the pool of golden blood, disbelief written all over his face.
Lin Shuhai, too, was taken aback, clearly not expecting this outcome.
Haoyue Shengzi and the other prodigies all had wide eyes, struggling to comprehend how Li Hao, in this intense competition, had been killed so suddenly!
"The Holy Son has purged the demon!"
"The Holy Son has finally slain that demonic cultivator!"
"Demonic cultivators deserve to die! Justice has been served!"
The Buddhist disciples erupted in cheers, chanting Buddhist hymns, their faces filled with reverence and joy.
On the stage, the Twin Holy Son had just shown a hint of satisfaction when he suddenly frowned, sensing something amiss. A trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.
"This kid... is extraordinary."
On the Buddha Hall, Wen Sheng sighed softly. The monstrous level of talent this youth displayed left him in awe.
At that moment, the golden blood scattered across the stage suddenly burst with dazzling radiance.
All the scattered blood swiftly gathered, golden light surging, and once again, a figure stood tall upon the battle stage.
The black sword that had fallen to the side hummed, as if seeking its master, flying back into the youth's hand.
Sword in hand, standing proudly, overlooking all.
The sudden change silenced the cheering Buddhist disciples, their throats catching as if choked.
The compassion and joy on their faces froze, like the statues in a temple, their smiles turning eerie and still.
Chi Guang, Haoyue Shengzi, and the others hadn't even had time to mourn
for Li Hao before this shocking scene left them utterly speechless.
Blood Rebirth?!
Li Hao had also mastered the Three Immortal Extremes Realm?!
Li Hao casually raised his hand, retrieving a new set of clothes from his spatial storage and quickly putting them on. His gaze swept over the stage, briefly pausing to look at the stunned and teary-eyed Lin Qingying, offering her a reassuring glance.
Then, Li Hao turned his attention back to the Twin Holy Son. Seeing the furious and dark expression on his opponent's face, Li Hao smiled faintly:
"It seems you're out of tricks."
The red lightning from earlier had unleashed the last remnants of the Twin Holy Son's past life's blood power, but that power had now been exhausted. It had been able to tear through Li Hao's Eternal Dao Domain and temporarily shatter his body.
But without that boost, Li Hao didn't see the need to waste any more words. As he finished speaking, he vanished—Return to the Void.
A swift kick!
Boom!
Li Hao's leg swept out like a steel rod, smashing into the Twin Holy Son's abdomen and sending him flying into the barrier surrounding the stage.
Without hesitation, Li Hao activated Return to the Void again, this time appearing above the Twin Holy Son. Lifting his leg high into the air, he delivered a brutal axe kick directly onto the top of his opponent's head.
Boom!
The impact slammed the Twin Holy Son's head into the ground, cracking his skull and leaving blood pouring from his face.
Li Hao grabbed the Twin Holy Son by one of his legs and swung him violently, smashing him into the ground repeatedly.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The ground of the battle stage shook with each impact, as the Twin Holy Son's body flopped around like a rag doll, black blood splattering everywhere.
After several slams, Li Hao flung the Twin Holy Son into the air. Leaping after him, Li Hao spun mid-air, delivering a spinning kick that sent the Twin Holy Son crashing back down into the center of the stage.
The ground beneath the Twin Holy Son collapsed into a massive crater. Had it not been for the protective formations dampening the force, the impact would have sent him plummeting to the base of the Buddhist holy mountain.
Li Hao landed beside him, planting one foot firmly on the Twin Holy Son's head, pinning him to the ground.
"A Buddhist cultivator practicing demonic arts. So flashy—this is your idea of cultivation?"
Li Hao gazed down at him with cold disdain, his tone filled with contempt.
"Did you reincarnate for the sole purpose of experiencing this moment?"
Hearing these words, the Twin Holy Son, his head ringing from the relentless blows, almost coughed up blood in fury.
Across the Canglan Realm, countless people had been left bewildered by Li Hao's relentless assault. Watching Li Hao trample on the head of a saint's reincarnation while mocking him, they felt utterly stunned.
Who would have ever dared to step on the head of a saint's reincarnation so brazenly? In all of history, this was likely the first.
Below the stage, Chi Guang's face twitched involuntarily. A part of him felt fortunate—at least he hadn't angered Li Hao too much earlier. If Li Hao had taken him seriously, he might have ended up with his face being stomped on in front of everyone. The thought made Chi Guang feel relieved that he had only been defeated by a single sword strike.
Haoyue Shengzi felt a similar chill down his spine, suddenly reconsidering his desire for revenge. Perhaps it would be better to let go of their past grievances and avoid provoking Li Hao in the future.
"Stop!"
A furious voice suddenly rang out.
The Buddhist half-saint, who had been seated on the back of a blue lion, was now glaring angrily at Li Hao as he shouted his demand.
Li Hao turned to look at the half-saint, raising an eyebrow before lightly shrugging, showing a carefree attitude.
"My hands aren't moving."
Seeing Li Hao's cavalier response, the Buddhist half-saint nearly choked in anger. After all, it was true—Li Hao's hands were not involved in the humiliation; it was his foot stomping down on the Twin Holy Son's head.
The onlookers couldn't help but stifle their laughter at Li Hao's cheeky response, especially the disciples from other sects who held no love for the Buddhist holy land. Many of them were on the verge of bursting out in laughter.
"Remove your foot!"
The Buddhist half-saint's face was cold and stern. "Such behavior dishonors the Buddha. Show mercy where mercy is due—this humiliation has gone too far!"
"Compared to his desire to kill me, this is just a minor humiliation. Let me give you a choice: would you prefer to die or be humiliated?"
Li Hao's voice was indifferent, and his foot did not move. In fact, he pressed down harder.
Earlier, the Twin Holy Son had stood as the undisputed top prodigy of the Canglan Realm. Now, he lay beneath Li Hao's foot, unable to rise.
As the crowd watched Li Hao mock the half-saint while crushing the Twin Holy Son beneath his foot, his imposing figure was burned into their memories.
Whether or not Li Hao had cultivated demonic arts, his overwhelming strength and fearless attitude had left an indelible impression on everyone.
"With his mastery of the Three Immortal Extremes Realm, this is merely a normal sparring session. How can you speak of killing him?"
The Buddhist half-saint's voice was tinged with anger. "Besides, you were the one who attacked first. Had he not mastered the Three Immortal Extremes Realm, you would have killed him long ago!"
Li Hao smiled faintly. "I knew he possessed the extreme realm, which is why I shattered his body to drain his strength. But he didn't know I had the same ability and still tried to kill me on the spot. Why didn't you call for a stop then?"
The half-saint was momentarily at a loss for words, his face darkening with anger. "He sought to vanquish a demon. You, a demonic cultivator, were allowed to compete out of our benevolence. Do not push your luck!"
"He was intent on killing me, and you call that an act of virtue. I fight back, and suddenly, I'm the one at fault? It's no wonder you've achieved your golden body—because you take all the advantages."
Li Hao sneered, clearly disinterested in continuing the argument. He raised his foot again and began stomping on the Twin Holy Son's head repeatedly.
Thud! Thud!
Each stomp was followed by a splatter of blood as the Twin Holy Son vomited fresh black blood.
He tried to resist, but under the suppression of Li Hao's Eternal Dao Domain, he was completely powerless.
Had Li Hao wanted to, he could have instantly shattered his body again by activating the full power of his domain. The Twin Holy Son had no strength left to fight—this battle was over.
"You... you are utterly lawless!"
The Buddhist half-saint was furious, his voice trembling. "He has already lost—why won't you let him go? How can your heart be so ruthless?"
"Has he lost? I didn't hear him concede. Anyone here hear him surrender?"
Li Hao's tone was calm, his gaze indifferent, as he continued to press his foot down harder.
The crowd fell silent as they realized Li Hao was right—the Twin Holy Son had not conceded, nor had he admitted defeat.
The battle wasn't technically over.
The Buddhist half-saint could no longer contain himself. Leaping down from the back of his blue lion, he activated Return to the Void and appeared in front of Li Hao.
The half-saint was tall and imposing, standing nearly three meters high, his presence overwhelming as he glared at Li Hao.
"You ignore my words—do you seek to insult me?"
His face was filled with anger, his towering figure casting a shadow over Li Hao. Each word he spoke was laced with fury: "Step aside!"
Li Hao glanced up, his expression indifferent. "If you feel insulted, then so be it. In truth, you've only insulted yourself."
"What?!"
The Buddhist half-saint's eyes widened in disbelief. He could hardly believe that this young man was so audacious, to the point of disregarding the authority of a half-saint.
"How arrogant! I may not be a saint, but I have cultivated the saintly way. You show no respect for the will of the saints. Don't blame me if I teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!"
The Buddhist half-saint's expression darkened as brilliant golden Buddhist light surged around him. His saintly will manifested, making the air around him feel heavy with authority, as if it demanded submission.
"It's Master Jue Ming!"
"That demon is too arrogant, ignoring the words of a half-saint!"
"Who is backing him? He must have some powerful support to be so brazen in defying a half-saint."
The Buddhist disciples' eyes lit up, eagerly anticipating seeing Jue Ming half-saint subdue Li Hao and restore their lost dignity.
After all, in their eyes, punishing someone who insulted a half-saint was justified. It wouldn't be considered bullying the weak.
In the crowd, Zhan Tan and Night Ancestor's expressions changed slightly, shocked that a Buddhist half-saint had personally intervened. The situation had turned far more intense than expected.
"Buddha, this seems inappropriate."
Wen Sheng turned to the Buddha beside him, his heart stirred
as he spoke softly. Seeing Li Hao's extraordinary talent, Wen Sheng couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him.
Next to him, Jian Sheng (Sword Saint) remained calm, but he suddenly sensed something and turned to glance at his disciple, Bian Ruxue. He noticed a subtle shift in her aura, indicating that she had ended her state of enlightenment.
Her body was now surrounded by a dense Dao rhythm, and the temperature around her had dropped significantly. This kind of manifestation and change, even affecting the natural saintly aura of Jian Sheng himself, was proof that she had entered the Dao.
"She has entered the Dao…"
Jian Sheng's eyes gleamed with pride. Bian Ruxue's mastery of sword techniques had reached a breakthrough. Although her Ice and Snow Sword Dao might not compare to his All-Encompassing Sword Dao, or even to the terrifying sword Dao that Li Hao had displayed earlier, she had finally stepped onto the path of mastery. In the grand scheme of things, she was now among the top prodigies in the multiverse.
More importantly, she was still young and had a long road ahead of her. There was even hope that she might one day embark on the path of Dao Sacrifice, reaching saintly levels.
If she followed the path of Dao Sacrifice, there would be no need for her to achieve the Heaven and Earth Manifestation Extreme Realm to gather incense power. Once she attained sainthood, she could later reincarnate and re-cultivate the extreme realm, ultimately living a glorious second life.
As Jian Sheng considered these possibilities, he couldn't help but smile.
Meanwhile, the Buddha had not yet responded to Wen Sheng's earlier comment. Instead, he turned to Jian Sheng and said, "It seems your disciple has gained much from this battle. Congratulations."
Jian Sheng smiled and replied, "The Buddha is too kind."
Back on the battlefield, the tension between Li Hao and Jue Ming, the half-saint, continued to build.
Jue Ming's towering figure, emanating saintly will, seemed ready to crush Li Hao. The crowd could feel the immense pressure, as if they were standing in the presence of a wrathful Buddha. Yet Li Hao remained calm, his gaze unwavering as he faced the half-saint's overwhelming presence.
"How dare you be so arrogant! Even though I'm not a saint, I've already touched upon the saintly path. You show no respect for saintly will, so don't blame me for giving you a lesson on behalf of your elders!" Jue Ming roared, his voice carrying the weight of divine power as his golden Buddhist light shone like a blazing sun.
The Buddhist disciples below were excited, their eyes glowing as they eagerly anticipated seeing Jue Ming suppress Li Hao and restore the honor of the Buddhist sect.
However, Li Hao's expression remained indifferent as he stood tall before Jue Ming. "You think I'm being arrogant? No—if you feel insulted, it's because you insulted yourself."
Jue Ming's eyes widened in disbelief, the veins in his temples pulsing with fury. He could hardly believe that this young man dared to speak to a half-saint with such boldness. It was unimaginable.
"Such brazen arrogance! I may not be a saint yet, but I have walked the path of sainthood. You lack respect for the will of saints. I'll make sure to discipline you on behalf of your elders!"
With that, Jue Ming's expression hardened, and the golden Buddhist light around him intensified, taking on a tangible, oppressive force. His saintly will filled the air, making the space feel heavy and difficult to breathe, as if demanding submission from all.
As the tension thickened, Li Hao did not flinch. Instead, he simply looked up at Jue Ming, his gaze icy, and his expression as indifferent as ever.
"You think you can discipline me?" Li Hao's voice was calm, almost mocking. "If you want to teach me a lesson, go ahead and try."
A dangerous silence hung over the crowd. The audacity of Li Hao's words stunned everyone watching. Even facing the overwhelming power of a half-saint, Li Hao refused to back down. The defiance in his words was absolute, and the onlookers couldn't help but feel both awe and dread at his unshakable demeanor.
Just as Jue Ming was about to unleash his power, a sudden and powerful aura erupted from the far side of the battlefield, cutting through the tension like a knife.
"That's enough."
A calm yet authoritative voice resounded throughout the battlefield, causing everyone to freeze.
All eyes turned toward the source of the voice. It was none other than the Buddha himself, who had remained silent until now.
The Buddha, seated serenely atop his lotus throne, gazed down at the battle with a deep, contemplative look in his eyes. His expression was neither angry nor pleased—just calm and profound, like the still waters of a vast ocean.
"Let it be," the Buddha said, his voice carrying a sense of finality. "This battle has served its purpose. Any further conflict would be unnecessary."
Jue Ming hesitated, his eyes flickering with frustration, but he dared not disobey the Buddha's will. Slowly, the golden light surrounding him dimmed, and the oppressive force that had filled the battlefield began to recede.
Li Hao glanced at the Buddha, his expression unreadable. After a moment, he took a step back, withdrawing his foot from the Twin Holy Son's head.
"Wise decision," the Buddha said softly. His gaze then turned to the Twin Holy Son, who lay battered and bloodied on the ground. "Let him learn from this experience. Sometimes, defeat is the greatest teacher."
With those words, the tension in the air slowly dissipated.
The battle was over, but its aftermath left a profound impact on everyone who had witnessed it.
As the crowd began to disperse, whispers filled the air, recounting the events of the day and the incredible display of strength and courage shown by Li Hao.
Far away from the crowd, Wen Sheng and Jian Sheng exchanged a knowing look.
"This young man... His future will not be simple," Wen Sheng said quietly.
Jian Sheng nodded. "Indeed. He has the potential to walk a path few can even dream of."
The Buddha remained silent, his eyes still fixed on Li Hao, deep in thought.
As the tension from the battlefield slowly dissipated, the crowd's excitement began to settle, but the weight of what had just transpired still lingered heavily in the air. Li Hao had faced a half-saint without backing down, had defeated the Twin Holy Son—a saint's reincarnation—and had even stood up to the imposing might of the Buddha's disciple, Jue Ming.
The sheer audacity of his actions was enough to shock everyone present, and whispers of Li Hao's name started spreading like wildfire among the crowd.
"Who is he really? Is he a saint's reincarnation too?"
"Even a saint's reincarnation couldn't defeat him. His strength is terrifying!"
"His Dao domain, his sword, his sheer defiance… It's beyond anything I've ever seen."
The discussions only grew louder as the gravity of what they had witnessed sank in. Even the elites of the Canglan Realm's various sects, those top-tier prodigies, couldn't help but feel a tinge of fear and respect for Li Hao.
Amidst all the whispering, Lin Qingying stood frozen in place, her heart pounding from the shock and relief of seeing Li Hao return from what had seemed like certain death. Her emotions, which had been in turmoil ever since the battle began, finally started to settle. Her eyes, still filled with lingering concern, followed Li Hao's every move, as if worried he might disappear again.
For his part, Li Hao remained composed as he retrieved his black sword from the air, his expression cold and distant. Though the battle had ended, the danger had not yet passed.
On the stage, the Twin Holy Son lay in the pit of his own defeat, battered and bruised, his eyes still filled with hatred and unwillingness. Despite his pride as a saint's reincarnation, he had been crushed beneath Li Hao's feet, his so-called invincibility shattered in front of everyone.
But even now, there was a flicker of defiance in his blood-red eyes.
The crowd watched in silence, wondering what would happen next.
Meanwhile, in the Buddha's pavilion, the venerable saint himself continued to observe in silence. His calm and all-encompassing gaze gave no indication of his thoughts. Finally, he spoke.
"This young man's Dao is extraordinary." His voice was soft, yet it carried an unmistakable weight. "But it is not yet complete. He will face even greater trials in the future."
Wen Sheng, who stood beside the Buddha, nodded in agreement. "Indeed. He has the potential to walk a path few can tread, but his path will not be an easy one."
Jian Sheng remained silent for a moment, then added, "Strength alone is not enough. He must understand the balance between the sword and the heart. Only then can he truly become invincible."
The Buddha's expression did not change, but a faint smile appeared on his lips. "Perhaps this battle was merely the beginning for him."
Back on the battlefield, the Twin Holy Son struggled to rise. His body was covered in bruises, his once-glorious aura tarnished by the crushing defeat at Li Hao's hands. Yet, despite his injuries, there was still a flicker of resistance in his eyes, a refusal to accept his fate.
Li Hao watched him without pity. His expression remained indifferent, as if he had no interest in dragging the battle out any longer. He had made his point, and for now, that was enough.
Without a word, Li Hao turned and began to walk away from the battle stage, his sword still at his side.
But just as he took his first step off the stage, a voice—soft yet filled with a deep bitterness—rang out.
"Li Hao!"
The crowd turned to see the Twin Holy Son, barely able to stand, staring at Li Hao with bloodshot eyes. His face was twisted in a mix of pain and hatred.
"Don't think... this is over!" he growled through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "You may have won today... but I swear... this isn't the end!"
Li Hao paused briefly, glancing over his shoulder. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes held a cold detachment.
"It was over the moment you tried to kill me," Li Hao replied calmly. "Next time, if you want to challenge me, make sure you're ready to face the consequences."
With those final words, Li Hao turned and walked off the stage, his back straight and unyielding.
The crowd remained in stunned silence as Li Hao departed, leaving behind the remnants of the battle. The victorious warrior had left an indelible mark on everyone present, and no one would forget the name Li Hao after this day.
As Li Hao disappeared from view, murmurs slowly began to spread once again.
"The Twin Holy Son swore vengeance… Will there be another battle?"
"That Li Hao... He's not afraid of anyone, not even saints."
"He's changed the balance of power in the Canglan Realm... This will have far-reaching consequences."
In the distant pavilions of the various sects, the powerful figures who had witnessed the battle began to contemplate the events that had unfolded. For some, Li Hao represented a threat; for others, he was a potential ally of immeasurable value.
But one thing was certain: after today, Li Hao's name would echo throughout the realms.
And for Li Hao himself, this battle was only the beginning of a much larger journey.
The Twin Holy Son stood frozen on the battlefield, his body shaking with humiliation and rage, unable to comprehend how he, a saint's reincarnation, had been thoroughly defeated by Li Hao. His oath of vengeance echoed in the minds of the crowd, but the overwhelming truth was undeniable: he had lost.
The whispers from the audience grew louder as Li Hao's figure receded into the distance.
"Who is he, really? How could he defeat the reincarnation of a saint?"
"Does he have a deeper background, or was it simply his talent?"
"No matter the answer, Li Hao has established himself as an unprecedented force today."
Li Hao, walking away from the battlefield, showed no signs of his inner thoughts. His expression was as calm as always, though the recent battle had stirred deeper realizations within him. He had now seen the true depths of saintly reincarnations, witnessed the extremity of power they wielded, and understood that the road ahead would be fraught with even greater challenges.
As he approached the edge of the crowd, Lin Qingying, still in shock, rushed forward. Her eyes, filled with both relief and concern, searched his face. "Li Hao, are you alright?" Her voice trembled slightly.
Li Hao gave her a reassuring glance and nodded, though his mind was far from at ease. He knew that his exposure today, the revealing of his true identity and strength, would have far-reaching consequences. Forces from all corners of the multiverse would soon turn their gaze toward him, whether in alliance or opposition.
"Thank you," she whispered, grateful not only for his victory but also for his survival. She had feared the worst during that heart-stopping moment when he seemed to be obliterated by the Twin Holy Son's final attack.
Li Hao remained quiet, his gaze distant. "There's no need to thank me. This is far from over."
He knew well that the defeat of the Twin Holy Son would not be the end. The true danger lay in the reactions of the saints and greater powers watching from afar. In a world where strength dictated survival, no one could afford to ignore a prodigy like him.
On the distant platform where the Buddha and other great figures watched, there was an eerie silence. The gravity of what they had just witnessed sank in slowly. Li Hao, with his mastery over the Eternal Dao Domain and his terrifying swordsmanship, had not only bested the Twin Holy Son but had done so in a manner that demonstrated the utmost control and precision.
The Buddha broke the silence, his serene voice cutting through the tension like a bell tolling in a temple. "This young man's future is fraught with both opportunity and danger. He has yet to reach his full potential, but his path will be filled with tribulations."
Wen Sheng nodded, his eyes still following the now-departing figure of Li Hao. "Indeed. Power such as his attracts both enemies and allies. He walks the thin line between greatness and destruction."
Jian Sheng remained silent, but his eyes gleamed with quiet admiration. Li Hao's swordsmanship was something that few in the multiverse could compare to, even among saints. He had the potential to become a sword sovereign, one who could challenge the heavens themselves.
However, there were still questions left unanswered. Where had this young man come from? What kind of forces stood behind him, if any? And perhaps most importantly, what was his ultimate goal?
The Buddha, sensing the curiosity lingering among the gathered saints and sages, turned his gaze inward. "The heavens have their way of guiding those who seek their true path. Let us see where Li Hao's journey leads."
Elsewhere in the vast multiverse, the battle that had just taken place in the Canglan Realm began to ripple outward. Across countless worlds, the name "Li Hao" spread like wildfire. Saints, emperors, and top-tier cultivators from every corner began to take notice, their attention sharpening on this new rising star.
Some saw him as a potential ally, a weapon against their enemies. Others saw him as a threat to be extinguished before he could reach his full potential.
Among the most powerful sects and dynasties, secret meetings were held, strategies were discussed, and schemes were put into motion. Each group sought to gain control over this prodigious talent, or, failing that, to eliminate him before his power could threaten their interests.
But Li Hao was not one to be easily manipulated or controlled. His path was his own, and he would fight tooth and nail to keep it that way.
Back in the Canglan Realm, the Twin Holy Son's body lay crumpled on the battlefield, his rage simmering beneath the surface. Even though he had been humiliated today, he refused to accept defeat. He had been reborn once, and he could rise again. His journey to sainthood was far from over, and his desire for revenge burned stronger than ever.
"I will not forget this," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, but his words carried the weight of a vow.
His pride as a saint's reincarnation, his lofty ambitions—all had been trampled by Li Hao today. But in the depths of his heart, he knew that this was only the beginning of their enmity. He would find a way to reclaim his honor, no matter the cost.
As Li Hao and Lin Qingying left the battlefield together, the wind seemed to carry the whispers of the crowd behind them. But Li Hao's mind was focused not on the battle that had just ended, but on the future—the challenges that awaited him, the enemies he had yet to face, and the cultivation journey that stretched endlessly before him.
He clenched his sword tightly, his heart filled with resolve.
"No matter what comes next," Li Hao thought to himself, "I will keep moving forward. My sword will carve a path through any obstacle, even if the heavens themselves stand in my way."
The journey ahead was long and perilous, but Li Hao had never feared the unknown. He had faced death before, and he would face it again, if necessary. But now, more than ever, he understood one simple truth:
He was destined for something greater, something beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators. And he would not stop until he had seized that destiny with his own hands.
With that thought in mind, Li Hao stepped forward into the unknown, his sword at his side, ready for whatever challenges awaited him.
The battle may have ended, but the war had only just begun.
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